Friday, December 20, 2013

A Woman in her Thirties Drops the Ball

To know me is to know I am not a sentimental person, particularly when it comes to stuff. I don't get attached to things, not even when it comes to my kids. Toys, clothes, books, you name it-- I have no desire to keep huge boxes full of old things to reminisce with someday (that's what this blog is for!). Stuff is just... stuff. And less is more, at least to me.

But for the most part, I don't get attached. So on Wednesday, when we came home from Anna's Christmas show:

(Can you spot my sweet girl singing Jingle Bells?)

And I took out the ornament with her handprint on it that she had made in class for 'Daddy and Me', I had to take a moment to think to myself, Gee, I really should be careful with this. So we can save it. Because that's what other moms...

Splat.

Normally, I would be able to keep a level head about this. It's an ornament. No big deal. But something about this moment, combined with a ridiculous about of sleep I've gotten lately, combined with Christmas chaos and state of my hair, and I just could not keep it together, people. I just couldn't do it.

And you know what Anna said, when she saw it and saw me bawling my eyes out?

'It's okay, Momma. It happens. I make you another one.'

And thus, at the height of the Christmas season, a woman in her thirties is reminded that she's been right all along. Stuff really is just stuff. Tis the season to keep perspective.

Just wait 10 years when you've collected 70,000 handmade ornaments, collages, clay sculptures and masterpieces. In the grand scheme of things, this one won't matter as much then. Love how the incident let AB's sweet, sweet heart shine.